Wednesday, March 29, 2006

What he would like is for anyone who wishes to, to post and entry in their journal about the reflection. Then please visit Charley and leave a link to your reflection in his comments. http://journals.aol.com/cdittric77/Courage/ Here are my thoughts:

Had I read this qoute, oh, say, a good 20 years ago, I would have proudly exclaimed, "BULL#$%" and gone on my merry way. Well, actually, I probably wouldn't have gone so merrily. As teenagers went, I was not the sweetest. I was rather foul, as a matter of fact, from age 13 to about age 17. I loved to spike my hair, wear crazy clothes, smoke and swear, and pretty much saw everyone who didn't appreciate my individuality as total stuck ups. I loved that others thought I was possessed. I couldn't have cared LESS what ANYONE thought of me... "DAD!" I'd say, "who CARES if no one will ever hire me for a job?! If they don't like me because of the way look, screw 'um!"

WELL, then I grew up of course...that was a very dark period in my life and I went through some difficult teen years as Punk MEESHELL. I brought a lot of it on myself, but I think deep down I did care. Not as much as I do NOW of course. Now that I have children and I work at my very own elementary school. I certainly care how people view me. And my children. And my husband. There's part of me that wants to whisper screw you sometimes, but I have a family to think of. I am SO opposite of the way I was, it's not funny... when I tell my girls not to make eye contact with the punks that hang out at the park in their black clothes and multiple body piercings, I think, omg... that was me! Scary...